Philbert, who ran the small bycicle repair shop in one of those nowhere towns that sprout close to the big city, was a fan to Ashley, a female bike racer that had been winning championship events everywhere you could think of. As a result of all this, the shop was wallpapered with her posters and clippings of her image from interviews, to advertising every kind of product from soap to cereals, not omitting dog food.
On a given day the tv set blared out the news about Ashley falling off a rocky cliff in Italy and it was reported that her injuries had caused the need for a liver trasplant.
When he heard in another news clip that her days were counted, without hesitation he spent all his savings on a one way ticket to Italy.
He showed up at the hospital wearing her team's uniform, and the warmth of his loving personality and his pleasant facial expression quite impressed upon Ashley and her parents as he entered her room; and even more when he spoke with her and it came up that he was so familiar with her entire career and history.
At a given point he held both of her hands in his and an almost magical contact was felt by everyone. It was as if they had known each other forever.
It came as a total surprise when Philbert stated that he had been able to bring a friend of his; who had already qualified as a viable donor for the liver trasplant, and whose rare heart condition kept him on the verge of dying any minute according to the doctors; so at this very moment he would check on the updates on this issue and come right back to report the progress. This utterance increased Philbert's mystical configuration to all, and everyone glowed .
Minutes after departing from the room , an emergency crew rushed in with the news that Philbert's friend had just passed away and wheeled Ashley out for the preparation for surgery.
While lying on the table she could feel Philbert's love hugging and wrapping her towards recovery.
The medical dream team nailed it, the trasplant was shown on television to the rejoycement of the cycling world and other fans.
What they omitted to report was Philbert's phone call before he sliced his jugular in the restroom by the hallway and his request to donate his liver to Ashley. They obeyed his final wish to cover up his death, in a gesture of respect to the love and sacrifice of such a great person.
It was clear to all who knew, that there are many who might give their hearts for love; but scarcely you run into someone who will give up his liver.

ENGLISH VERSION.
Since that fatal accident, that brought about the loss of Greg's sister and girlfriend, he grew more distraught than his usual awkward self, and would try to escape and find solace into his stamp collection and roaming aimlessly in his wheelchair.
In his recent past he had been overly generous to his friends to the point of being abused by his peers. During nightly ritual orgies at his mansion; they would take advantage of his timid personality and keep the best looking girls for themselves, minimizing him before the women, and he would put up with their mockery as long as the guys continued to bring the ladies around to party on.
But then came the time of total change. His life and luck turned around, that day when his sister came home for spring break along with the most incredibly ravishing, gorgeous beauty he never even dreamed could exist; but certainly did. And from that day on he lived for and around her. Her name was Escolapia Blancamarina y Talamantes, Pía for short. That very night he had his bodyguards throw all the bums out of the entrance of his place and made it clear that they should never come back. And they did not, after being
sent away with their faces disfigured by these expert martial arts fighters.
He was possesed in a hormonal feronomic trance and felt he belonged to her entirely and needed her to be wholy his own. But she proved to be as slippery as a soapy fish.
Oh, and she could play him like a cat could play a wounded mouse.
She would radiate her sexy animal charge and kept him tied to her aura, enslaved him and had him running silly errands driving her and Greg's sister around, to shop for female underwear, only to entice him increasing his desire as she modelled the lingerie for him writhing before his eyes her statuesque knockout body, and increasing his lust to posses her. But she seemed to always be a step ahead of him and his sister was ever present preventing further intimacy.
In his lusty desperation he plotted a great plan to achieve his goal of abandonment into the heavenly pleasures her body promised. He would die to lay in bed partaking the flesh of his beloved.
For her beauty was beyond what any artist could conceive, she could only have been made by a god or goddess. And was he ready to engage into the magic of love dream come true, was he ever ready. So whe she projected the warmth of her inner fire, like the feeling one gets close to a full blast chimney, and that perfect face whispered ---Let's go home Greg, time for happiness.--- He heard the sounds of heaven in these words, and they left the joint amongst a cloud of burnt rubber left floating in the air when his twelve cilynder sports ride pulled out. The alcohol and the speed brought about the impairment to accurately react when Greg's car faced the large trailer, and the subsequent impact turned his dear passengers into blood spray, and the lovely flesh into a bloody deformed pulp. A mishmash of bones and broken glass. Gory to say the least. Although Greg survived, he spent months going through skeletal reconstruction and physical and mental therapies which only turned out 50% efective, leaving him wheelchair bound and crippled not only physically, but also mentally. His frustration and guilt stemming from this issue, obsessed him with trying to contact Pia in the hereafter. While he was at the hospital he researched for mediums that could get him to communicate with her and the most prestigious one he read about was a Madame Izkraguraya. So upon his discharge, as soon as he mounted the wheel chair he took a reckless ride downhill and heard people yelling and cursing at him as he sideswiped them and sent an old geezer to the ground after crashing into his scooter leaving the poor octogenarian gasping for air as he was disconnected from his oxygen tank; but Greg was deeply psycho by that time and no longer cared for any sort of victim, and that included just aboout anyone else. Now facing Izkraguraya, he threw a roll of thousands on the table and demanded from her to bring forth Pia so he could find here, wherever she might be and be guided to join her. Like a good pro the old bitch grabbed the wad of bills and handed them to a parrot who flew away with them to hide them in a safe place. ---I must first enter into a trance myself and ask the people on the other side their permission to visit. Their essence is so much more subtle, you can't just pop your plasma in front of them.----
---Whatever--- uttered Greg.
The medium went into fading mode and seemed to have left the room only remaining a mild imprint of her image in presence, with enough transparence to see right through her, and her lightness caused her to float upwards to where she was able to connect to the voices of the girls, but to be heard exclusively by her; the cheerful words came amongst the happiest music ever played, accompanied by laughter and a party atmosphere. The voices of the two young women rang like a magic echo melting into one giving out a pitch that floated with unique beauty.
----Izkraguraya we expected you, we found out all about your inner self as you called us into your mind, whatever you do, don't tell Greg you found us, it was great having death do us part from him, but we welcome you to come to this lesbian paradise. It is even beyond California.----

At that very instant a terrible earthquake was unleashed, and the mystic lady knew it was the end, the big one for the golden state, and she used a jolt of her energy to dispose Greg into an endless sea of jello where he would forever sink lower into this mass equivalent to depth of ten galaxies and made up of that substance that fed him at the same time sucking him through ages of time.
Izkraguraya joined the girls in their happy eternity, while Greg turned into an even deeper state of despair.

You could say both of them were good everyday solid folks. She made up the bitchier half of the couple and he allowed her to impose her rule considering the female double brain function theory. Or fact, may I say. The one that states that women are more intelligent due to using both brain hemispheres at the same time. All the time. Consistent with the capability of multi tasking and utizing a few million more neurons than a common man does.
When the economy crisis began, he found an opportunity to impress her and proceeded to build a backyard chicken coop which he populated with a dozen chicks that he exchanged with a farmer for a used tire.
In due time these little ones grew into hens and roosters, thus acquirimg their own chickenalities, and the tall dotted one with the hoarse cry was named "Bitter", on the female side some would bear the names of neighbors and relatives, so you could run into "Elizabeth", or "Mildred", this one with a typical chicken name,
and of course "Blondie"was also around.
In their dealing with feeding the flock and herding them around ; these turned into pets; to the point that killing any of them was out of the question. As time lapsed, they reproduced to the point of becoming 400, along with all the overwhelming issues possible, and reaching her boiling point, she left for Costa Rica escaping all this havoc.
Nowadays he lives with a youg farmgirl, a little dumb but with a knockout body. He has a new job as a human guinea pig at a lab testing vitamins.
He comes home for dinner early every day and enjoys his favorite meal ; chicken.
She has no problem slaughtering one daily, but she hides this from him to avoid hurting his feelings.